Hand Of The Devil

(álbum: On Top Of The World - 1995)

Hid behind the garbage can, waited for the manager
He looked kind of shady, I don't think that he can handle a…
Nigga that's ready to pull a TEC-9 in his left arm
If he steps on, he gon' really do himself harm
Keeping calm, snatch the cheese from his hand
Thinking about a getaway route, I jacked him for a van
Jumped into the thang, slammed the door, hit the gas
Now I get this feeling someone's looking at my ass
Looked into the rear, it was his prejudice-ass wife…
Balled up on the seats crying, "Please don't take my life"
I grabbed her by her hair – "Hush, bitch, don't speak"
And doing about 110, then released her into the streets
I'm pushing a van, I made my move toward Motel 6…
To rob a trick who had got himself hooked up with a bitch…
Who had only one intention – to pinch him, was being paid
The bitch went down with [?]
The buster was getting played
My mind started thinking the bitch is only for ganking
The shit started stanking as soon as I started dranking
The first spirit told me to pay her and let her go
The devil told me, "How in the fuck can you trust a ho?"
My hands started shaking and mentally, I was breaking
My hunger for the thrill of a kill begun aching
I'm taking all the money, proceeding to bust a raping
Swiss army knife tight on the wrist and I started tapin'…
Her mouth up, pulling the couch up and [?]
A knife held to her neck through the back of the seat cushion
I'm taking the loot, then breaking her loose from the scenery
Checking my tracks, constantly watching my back
What does it mean to be…
Totally paranoid, thinking my past gonna catch up with my ass?
Living my life so fast, people wondering how do I usually last
Don't question me unless you down on my level…
So you can understand about the…

Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it
Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it
Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it
Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it
Hands of the devil

Clapping in my undercover bucket, [?]
Thinking about the fat liquor nigga hit for yesterday
Now, finally the horrors of my hustle will not haunt me
No more will I have to jack these niggas…
And leave them bodies in the street
Drifting to another place, halfway through my blunt
A whole Ninquén and a fifth of gin to get shit crunk
No dirt on my mind until I seen him
$100,000 Benz with gold-tone rims
I said no more will I ever take another man's shit…
Until I seen that Rolex when he hit that cigarette
Instinctively, I start to follow him and make my scheme
At the same time, wondering why do I do these things
Could there be a force stronger than our ones we know?
Unconsciously controlling things we do and how shit go
Now I'm reaching for my Glock, my only tooler
Hoping this time I don't even have to use her
At the same time, this nigga felt like eating Taco Bell
At the same time, he did not know he 'bout to catch hell
Pulled up on the lot a bit fast, I'm a little anxious
Ready to get my serve on like a motherfucking waitress
He must've noticed me, then balled out the lot fast
But I can't let him pass with them out-of-state tags
I hit the gas to the floor and made them dogs holler
Tinted windows hiding me inside my '78 Impala
Now I'm twisted, angry, blood boiling like some coffee
Hearing voices that go, "Let him go and don't be foolish"
But there's a louder voice drowning out my good intentions…
Screaming, yelling, forcing me to complete my mission
Listen, temptation put me in this situation
But something good is the reason for my hesitation
In the end, I took his car, his jewels and his life
The devil made me do it

Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it
Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it
Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it
Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it
Hands of the devil
He made me do it, do it